We Are All Guilty Here

A man has to prove himself once. A woman has to prove herself every day.

You can’t choose something if you don’t know you have a choice.

They should call it fuckapause, because you run out of all the fucks you can give.

Women don’t lead. Men do. They’re the hunters. We’re the gatherers. They’re our protectors. We gotta let them protect us.” “Who do we need them to protect us from?” “What’s that?” Emmy summoned her best Myrna. “From whom do women need protection

You can’t put a person in one box, Emmy Lou, especially when they get older. You’ve gotta judge them by the totality of their lives. You do bad shit when you’re young that you regret. You do good shit when you’re old that you hope makes up for it.

Madison will always be trapped between those two people. The woman we didn’t get to meet, and the girl we used to know.

Virgil had joked about how raising girls could kill a man, but he had no idea how fucking hard it was to grow yourself into a woman.

but the thing about controlling parents is that they are teaching their children how to be controlled,

A split second. A quick reaction. A fatal moment in time. Losing a precious thing. Holding onto a bad marriage. Trying to protect a child. Emmy knew exactly what that felt like. She also knew that mistakes could be a reason to forgive.

When people die, your relationship with them doesn’t end. You find new ways to connect with them.

Small men can’t handle grown women. They go after girls because most girls are pliable and desperate for outside approval. At that age, you’ll do almost anything for attention, even if it feels bad and you know it’s wrong.

How did I do?” “You did great,” Celia said. “I wish I could wear eyeshadow again. I get in front of the mirror and it’s like trying to draw crayon on a ballsac.

Emmy regretted not beating Jack to death with his own pocket pussy when she had the chance.

Every kid gets a different set of parents

That’s why Dale was cleaning the Audi with bleach. Walton was his accomplice. Everything we thought we knew about Adam is true about his father.

And then Jude had promised her parents that she wouldn’t step foot back in Clifton County until they were both dead.

Maps and mistakes. That's what caught Freddy Henley. That's what catches a lot of these guys. Ted Bundy was stopped on a moving violation, Son of Sam got a parking ticket, BTK used the wrong computer. It's not that investigators are particularly clever, it's that the bad guys panic and make stupid mistakes.

It was the exact same wallet that Brett had taken out of Adam’s back pocket and dropped on the kitchen counter moments ago.

Jude said a silent prayer of thanks to Freddy Henley for honing inside her the unique skill to remain passive in the face of cruelty.

Loner. Volatile temper. Dangerous. It was like he’d googled the signs of psychopathy. She said

Her soul held onto the memory of the pain they’d caused. Some things you could never leave behind.

tell clients they can get a case solved here, but if they need a perm, they’ll have to go into town.

If you’re looking for people to blame

There’s more,” Jude said. “I had Cole look up the tires on the Audi A4. They use the same brand Michelin all-weather tires as the Jetta.” “That’s why the treads were consistent with

If you're looking for people to blame, we are all guilty here.

Don’t worry about Cheyenne being tied up in the trunk. Worry about the man who put her there.

Even a caged animal doesn’t forget how to hunt.

And was it all down to a single clue that Emmy had stared at least three times over the last few hours? Every time Adam had been arrested

The second Madison hit twelve, we started fighting. Swear to God, all she did was sit around trying to think of ways to make me feel like shit.” Hannah was smiling, but Emmy could recall the exquisite torture of Madison’s insults. “Then out of nowhere, she’d drop a compliment, like say that my dress was pretty, or my hair looked good, and I’d feel like I won the fucking lottery.

A man has to prove himself once. A woman has to prove herself every day.” He laughed. “You some kind of feminist now?” “I’m a realist.